Summary
The occasion wasn't about knitting - except indirectly. It was a Christmas fair at Hampden Historical Society's Kinsley House where knitted hats, mittens and scarves were for sale, along with many other handcrafted items. I was there as a vendor - as an author, not as a knitter - which gave me ample time to observe and listen, to chat and learn.
I spotted several scarves hand knit in eyelash yarn draped stylishly around the necks of women clad in jeans and sensible shoes - the shaggy moss green one had something sparkly knit into it. Beads or sequins, I couldn't tell. I liked the mystery of not knowing what made it sparkle and the way the scarf threw off sparks of light as its wearer moved.See the full content of this document
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Fair Yields Glimpse of Future Knitter
Another scarf lay around its owner's neck like a soft black cloud, which blended into her black hair and framed her face in a becoming way. She was a "woman o...
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